Listen to the voice of the potential man :"Tell me, how does one create wealth for the country, so that we may all be blessed with a small share of it ? How do we go about doing it?"
But the potential man is denied a chance to lend his voice, he is prematurely silenced by the most ignominious of all supplications - mercy from the powerful. He hides his head in shame.
'Now, it will take a long time', he admits. But know that you men have been turned into slaves by the pity and mercy of the powerful. The might of the rational man have turned martyrs into beggars duly singing national anthems. Martyrdom was in store for you, but if only the King acted as the elder of the family: See, this is all the land we have. You can not partition it. Though each of you have this much, the land has become fallow, you will work hard and reap as you sow....
See, my great grand father tilled his land honorably. Then came the new bandits and we became tenants. Now,... they have run away,...we did not kill them. We do our ancestors proud if you live honorably tilling this land. Alas, that is not to be! The rational man wants to surrender in self pity. He has made equality into a law !
Eman continued after a long silence.'I say this, now that each of your actions transcends each, any, all notions you have of your actions. Consider each as the next opening to the limitless world of the potential man. Watch yourself speak the unspoken, act the unknown way, comprehend the incomprehensible'.
'There is a world yet to be born. You have hardly learned the language, the poetry is yet to arrive, and the world eternally waits for a true description of itself to be given. All that you see and hear the world as speaking is but the crawling of the struggling self of the world. The wisdom of the aged world is yet to come. The way-nature of the world is not revealed yet and you have not discovered your path-nature yet.
'And know this: just as it is neither the old nor the young who carry the wisdom on any day, it is neither the past nor the future which will witness the way-nature of the world; It is the present when it keeps awake long enough.'
Eman picks up the drum:
Talk not of the wheel of law
crushing you underneath.
Discover the wheel of law
of your vehicle and your sister's.
And, know these to be the same,
and know them to be in motion.
Hold the spoke of your height.
A gentle push, you turn it now
and ride into the places afar,
for you and your sister
and know them to be the same.
You ask:'Why do you live and why do you fight?.
Take courage and answer thus:
I live because you are all alive,
I fight because you are all ready to fight
Thus begin by losing the you and me
Thus begin preparing the right path.
Eman finds his life too short to fulfill his words, and harbors in his heart the fires lit up zarly in life...when he saw his mother beaten by his father, his father assaulted by their neighbor, he beaten by his master, his master beaten by his landlord, his family driven out of his village, his village molested by men from the other side of the river, his village uprooted and made to vanish by the law of the land, his country looted by unknown hordes riding horses and cannons.
Eman does not put out these fires with the wisdom of the market place, with cold sponge of polite debate. He zealously guards them and searches to fulfill the first word, then the second, and the next in that order. For, he knows he had asked big questions, had spoken strong words, one too many for the life that has transformed into his destiny. He prepares for the battle, his own battle and abides by the abundance that comes his way.
Eman does not put out these fires with the cold water of adult reason, for adult survival using adult public morality. 'How can I', he asks,'I, who is born to my mother, who was thrown out of her own kitchen on a cold winter night by my own father, assume the same duties as my friend who is the only darling of his only parents? How can I choose poverty in body to the poverty in mind?'
Listen to this saying:
Poverty in both mind and body
is the ignorance of the worst kind.
Povery in mind leads to the cessation
of the sharing of wealth and rise of ownership;
Poverty in body leads to the cessation
of sharing of wealth of the second kind,
ownership of the worst kind,
Ownership of the estate of the potential man.
Eman realizes the potential, the infinite when he stays alive without falling a prey to the twin poverties. For it is said:
the one who gives becomes infinitely rich.
the one who is free from wrong identifications
verily is the master of the whole estate!
I say, it is rare indeed that the woman who gives birth also names the child. Those who ponder over names are rarely the creators. I know these men who revel in comparing the words uttered by their kinsmen, they are noisy like the sparrows in the lonely mansion. I have no time to listen to them.
Eman finds his verse:
Today I must go to listen to the master of no-words.
I'll bathe at the jnan ghat the whole morning hour;
enter the courtyard on tip-toe,
waking up no one, with my eyes closed,
I'll join my master in his prayers
to recollect the first promise I made!
But the potential man is denied a chance to lend his voice, he is prematurely silenced by the most ignominious of all supplications - mercy from the powerful. He hides his head in shame.
'Now, it will take a long time', he admits. But know that you men have been turned into slaves by the pity and mercy of the powerful. The might of the rational man have turned martyrs into beggars duly singing national anthems. Martyrdom was in store for you, but if only the King acted as the elder of the family: See, this is all the land we have. You can not partition it. Though each of you have this much, the land has become fallow, you will work hard and reap as you sow....
See, my great grand father tilled his land honorably. Then came the new bandits and we became tenants. Now,... they have run away,...we did not kill them. We do our ancestors proud if you live honorably tilling this land. Alas, that is not to be! The rational man wants to surrender in self pity. He has made equality into a law !
Eman continued after a long silence.'I say this, now that each of your actions transcends each, any, all notions you have of your actions. Consider each as the next opening to the limitless world of the potential man. Watch yourself speak the unspoken, act the unknown way, comprehend the incomprehensible'.
'There is a world yet to be born. You have hardly learned the language, the poetry is yet to arrive, and the world eternally waits for a true description of itself to be given. All that you see and hear the world as speaking is but the crawling of the struggling self of the world. The wisdom of the aged world is yet to come. The way-nature of the world is not revealed yet and you have not discovered your path-nature yet.
'And know this: just as it is neither the old nor the young who carry the wisdom on any day, it is neither the past nor the future which will witness the way-nature of the world; It is the present when it keeps awake long enough.'
Eman picks up the drum:
Talk not of the wheel of law
crushing you underneath.
Discover the wheel of law
of your vehicle and your sister's.
And, know these to be the same,
and know them to be in motion.
Hold the spoke of your height.
A gentle push, you turn it now
and ride into the places afar,
for you and your sister
and know them to be the same.
You ask:'Why do you live and why do you fight?.
Take courage and answer thus:
I live because you are all alive,
I fight because you are all ready to fight
Thus begin by losing the you and me
Thus begin preparing the right path.
Eman finds his life too short to fulfill his words, and harbors in his heart the fires lit up zarly in life...when he saw his mother beaten by his father, his father assaulted by their neighbor, he beaten by his master, his master beaten by his landlord, his family driven out of his village, his village molested by men from the other side of the river, his village uprooted and made to vanish by the law of the land, his country looted by unknown hordes riding horses and cannons.
Eman does not put out these fires with the wisdom of the market place, with cold sponge of polite debate. He zealously guards them and searches to fulfill the first word, then the second, and the next in that order. For, he knows he had asked big questions, had spoken strong words, one too many for the life that has transformed into his destiny. He prepares for the battle, his own battle and abides by the abundance that comes his way.
Eman does not put out these fires with the cold water of adult reason, for adult survival using adult public morality. 'How can I', he asks,'I, who is born to my mother, who was thrown out of her own kitchen on a cold winter night by my own father, assume the same duties as my friend who is the only darling of his only parents? How can I choose poverty in body to the poverty in mind?'
Listen to this saying:
Poverty in both mind and body
is the ignorance of the worst kind.
Povery in mind leads to the cessation
of the sharing of wealth and rise of ownership;
Poverty in body leads to the cessation
of sharing of wealth of the second kind,
ownership of the worst kind,
Ownership of the estate of the potential man.
Eman realizes the potential, the infinite when he stays alive without falling a prey to the twin poverties. For it is said:
the one who gives becomes infinitely rich.
the one who is free from wrong identifications
verily is the master of the whole estate!
I say, it is rare indeed that the woman who gives birth also names the child. Those who ponder over names are rarely the creators. I know these men who revel in comparing the words uttered by their kinsmen, they are noisy like the sparrows in the lonely mansion. I have no time to listen to them.
Eman finds his verse:
Today I must go to listen to the master of no-words.
I'll bathe at the jnan ghat the whole morning hour;
enter the courtyard on tip-toe,
waking up no one, with my eyes closed,
I'll join my master in his prayers
to recollect the first promise I made!
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